Issahil

The local library was just a few streets away from my nursing school. After waving my friends goodbye, I hurriedly made my way there.

I approached the Librarian as soon as I made my way into the entrance hall of the library. 

“Please where is the section for folklores and mythologies?”

The woman adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses as she spared me a glance. She appeared to be in her thirties. 

“The last shelf by your right.”

I gave her a polite smile before making my way towards the direction she had just given. I had read a few folklore books about our kind and I had noticed that although...